Posted on | August 26, 2013 | 16 Comments
There are few things that get me as riled up as disrespect… any type of disrespect. I encounter it a lot at home because, you know, my kid is four. I encounter it a lot at work because, you know, I’m a woman… in the South… who’s a lawyer. I encounter it a lot on behalf of other people, like the gentleman who was basically run down on the road because his motorized wheelchair was apparently moving too slowly for the liking of a man in a truck passing by. Disrespect just… runs rampant these days.
I don’t know if it’s because we are all so focused on ourselves that we forget to focus, even slightly, on others, or if it’s because this world of ours just doesn’t encourage or value respect and courtesy and what used to be called common decency. For whatever reason, I’ve found that things I always thought were just, I don’t know… common sense? Are not all that common.
On Saturday, I hosted J’s birthday party at my house. It was fun and the weather cooperated and everything turned out fine… except for one small detail: I invited his “old” friends from his preschool along with all of his new class. In all, I invited about 37 children to his birthday party.
You read that right. I’m THAT much of an idiot.
But he really wanted some of his new friends to come to his party and I just couldn’t stomach inviting a few people and not the whole class because it seemed rude at this age and this early into his new school year. Plus, I figured the odds were, not that many people would want to or be able to come. The invitations went out via email around the first of August and I asked for RSVPs for the week before the party so I’d know little things… you know, like how many party favors to have, how much food to prepare, how big of a cake I’d need, how much space and chairs and oh, I don’t know… EVERYTHING.
See, RSVP doesn’t mean “let me know, if you feel like it.” It doesn’t mean “Only let me know if you’re coming.” It definitely, 100% does not mean “Just don’t bother responding because I’ll totally be fine with not knowing if I’m going to have 10 or 40 kids attending a party at my house.”
Dis. Re. Spect.
I’m sorry, because I’m sure many people have moments when they just forget to respond. I’m sure there are times you want to wait and see if you can attend or if your schedule clears up. I’m sure there are a bazillion reasons that people don’t RSVP.
I don’t give a rat’s ass, honestly.
Because imagine, if you will, that you have to pay someone $10 in advance, for every person who might possibly show up for a party. Imagine you have to take into consideration that 25 people may or may not show up at your house to eat your food and take home gifts. Imagine that you have to account for those 25 people EVEN IF THEY DON’T SHOW UP.
Because you do.
Because I did.
And now I have two dozen dinosaur stamps and bubbles and a crap load of tiny plastic buckets just hanging out at my house.
The party was great. J had a great time.
But for the love of all that is holy, people, when an invitation is received that says RSVP, take the time to let the host/hostess know whether or not you’re coming.
That USED to be called “Common” courtesy.